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tyndale1946

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Thanksgiving Day


Lydia Maria Child


Over the river, and through the wood,
To grandfather’s house we go;
The horse knows the way
To carry the sleigh
Through the white and drifted snow.

Over the river, and through the wood—
Oh, how the wind does blow!
It stings the toes
And bites the nose
As over the ground we go.

Over the river, and through the wood,
To have a first-rate play.
Hear the bells ring
“Ting-a-ling-ding”,
Hurrah for Thanksgiving Day!

Over the river, and through the wood
Trot fast, my dapple-gray!
Spring over the ground,
Like a hunting-hound!
For this is Thanksgiving Day.

Over the river, and through the wood,
And straight through the barn-yard gate.
We seem to go
Extremely slow,—
It is so hard to wait!

Over the river and through the wood—
Now grandmother’s cap I spy!
Hurrah for the fun!
Is the pudding done?
Hurrah for the pumpkin-pie!... Wish you all the best and may God bless you all... Brother Glen:)
 

HankD

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I have old-fashion home-made bread pudding in the oven right now.


Hour later - Yum, hot bread pudding with ice cream!.

Happy Thanksgiving Eve!
 
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FollowTheWay

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Thanksgiving Day

Lydia Maria Child


Over the river, and through the wood,
To grandfather’s house we go;
The horse knows the way
To carry the sleigh
Through the white and drifted snow.

Over the river, and through the wood—
Oh, how the wind does blow!
It stings the toes
And bites the nose
As over the ground we go.

Over the river, and through the wood,
To have a first-rate play.
Hear the bells ring
“Ting-a-ling-ding”,
Hurrah for Thanksgiving Day!

Over the river, and through the wood
Trot fast, my dapple-gray!
Spring over the ground,
Like a hunting-hound!
For this is Thanksgiving Day.

Over the river, and through the wood,
And straight through the barn-yard gate.
We seem to go
Extremely slow,—
It is so hard to wait!

Over the river and through the wood—
Now grandmother’s cap I spy!
Hurrah for the fun!
Is the pudding done?
Hurrah for the pumpkin-pie!... Wish you all the best and may God bless you all... Brother Glen:)
We almost always went to my grandparent in Danville, KY for Thanksgiving. My mother could play the piano and EVERY time we gathered round the piano and sang this song! As the old saying goes, thanks for the memories,
 

canadyjd

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Just had all the kids home for Thanksgiving for first time in about 8 years. Very sweet.

Happy Thanksgiving all. God bless.
 

Salty

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Mrs Salty and I went to a Veterans outreach center for dinner

was fantastic
 

JonC

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I'm in charge of the greasy beans and dressing this year. Wife is doing cheese cake and sweet potato casserole. Others are doing ham, turkey, gravy casseroles, etc..



A la mode! My favorite way with hot dessert.
What is the difference between greasy beans and plain 'ole green beans (I know there is a distinction but I don't know what it is)?
 

kyredneck

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What is the difference between greasy beans and plain 'ole green beans (I know there is a distinction but I don't know what it is)?

I'll make this as brief as possible. :D

They're called 'greasy beans' because the pods lack the microscopic 'surface fuzz' that other green beans have which lends to them a slick, shiny surface for which the old timers referred to as 'greasy'.

They're native landraces to Eastern Kentucky and Western North Carolina, the mutations occurring less than three centuries ago under cultivation by white settlers.

Unlike 'stringless beans', the pods never become tough or fibrous, remaining tender on the vine until fully mature, which allows for 'full beans, i.e., 'beany green beans' with a distinct exceptional flavor, both a green vegetable and a source of protein.

Although they're an excellent canning bean they make the very best 'shuck beans' or 'leather britches', a flavor all of it's own.

They were a vital source of protein for Appalachian settlers (a gift from God actually).

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My daughter and I grew 650 row ft. of 23 different varieties of Appalachian beans (mostly greasy) in 2016 in search for the exceptional ones well suited to this area.
 
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tyndale1946

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Good depiction of the 'slickness' of greasy beans:
Pink Tip Greasy

Well since this post has gone to talking about green beans, I thought I would relate a story about my wife's friend Karen and her husband Doyle who had quite the prolific green bean crop in Garden City Kansas... They gave them to their church friends and other friends they knew... That had so many they filled up every tub in their house, bathtubs included... They had green beans up to their eyeballs, and the green beans were still growing... Finally Karen had had enough and hollered to her husband... Doyle!... Get your tractor and roto tller them green beans... And Doyle did just that, green bean season was over... Brother Glen:)

Btw... I have nothing against you brethren who are but thank you Lord for not making me a farmer!:eek:
 

Alcott

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The dinner bell on Turkey Day—
It’s time to eat, so—quick!—let’s pray,
Then fill a plate, and up our weight.
We’ll spare no fat and spill no sauce.

With light or dark meat—one or both—
We’ll press our bellies’ sated growth.
And cornbread dressing, what a blessing—
Spare no broth and spill no sauce.

There’s mashed potatoes, candied yams;
For non-bird eaters, there’s a ham.
Green beans and corn and rolls adorn
The cloth on which we spill no sauce.

The giblets of the bird are made
Into the gravy, once they’re flayed.
Boiled eggs are sliced, then later spiced,
To round the feast as we spill no sauce.

Then even though we’d such an eye,
We can’t resist the pumpkin pie,
Topped with whipped cream; but now we dream,
We’re fast asleep and we spill the sauce!
 

HankD

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The dinner bell on Turkey Day—
It’s time to eat, so—quick!—let’s pray,
Then fill a plate, and up our weight.
We’ll spare no fat and spill no sauce.

With light or dark meat—one or both—
We’ll press our bellies’ sated growth.
And cornbread dressing, what a blessing—
Spare no broth and spill no sauce.

There’s mashed potatoes, candied yams;
For non-bird eaters, there’s a ham.
Green beans and corn and rolls adorn
The cloth on which we spill no sauce.

The giblets of the bird are made
Into the gravy, once they’re flayed.
Boiled eggs are sliced, then later spiced,
To round the feast as we spill no sauce.

Then even though we’d such an eye,
We can’t resist the pumpkin pie,
Topped with whipped cream; but now we dream,
We’re fast asleep and we spill the sauce!
LOL ah yes, for me

Prime rib roast of which to boast.
Bread pudding with cream, taste buds will beam

Thank the LORD for His abundance of which America has been showered.

Jewish families have an empty seat at the table for Elijah.
I'm wondering if Christians should have an empty chair at the Thanksgiving Table for Jesus.

Luke 22:16 For I say unto you, I will not any more eat thereof, until it be fulfilled in the kingdom of God.
 

kyredneck

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green beans up to their eyeballs, and the green beans were still growing

Lol, so true with a lot of the old heirloom pole beans; vines will keep growing and producing almost till frost (if they've room to run), >20' long vines. We selected for more manageable vines for our 7' trellises.
 

Alcott

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O little turkey, hot and brown,
How still you look today!
For not so very long ago
You fought bravely on your way
To that big house of slaughter,
Where they chopped off your head.
Now, on this day when you were cooked,
We're glad we bought you-- dead!
 

David Kent

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O little turkey, hot and brown,
How still you look today!
For not so very long ago
You fought bravely on your way
To that big house of slaughter,
Where they chopped off your head.
Now, on this day when you were cooked,
We're glad we bought you-- dead!

#When I have seen them hanging in the butcher's shop (not in the supermarket) thay have had the heads on.
 
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